Undefined Dreams

I pass beyond the borders of a land definded by Shadsows

   as a Cat walks across the Grave of Worlds I’ll never know.

I glance at you and we turn to run to a Squall of Emotions

   left on the Steps of a Church without a God.

All the Summers of Memory raise their Voices to the Chants of my Unconscious;

   perhaps I would weep, but then, it was so long ago.



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